Wednesday, May 23, 2012

That Guy Who Gives Me Dirty Looks

So, there's this organic shop down the road from my work.
Wholefoods/organic goods- where everything for sale is twice the price of anything you'll find at Safeway.
It's the sort of pretentious little supermarket/cafe you would expect hipsters to shop in.. if they could afford it.
So pretty much the people you can expect to find here are health food nuts, gym junkies & ostentatious Brighton snobs with too much money.
They sell things like 'Organic artisan handcrafted sourdough (no, I'm not really sure what exactly that all means~ it was on a poster in the window. Why can't they just say 'We sell bread?'), Tahitian limes, organic bananas all the way through to Miranda Kerr's body lotions.
Are you getting a feel for the place yet?
If you are, you might be wondering why on earth I'm here.
No? You weren't? ...oh.
Anyway, it's simple really~ they do delicious toasted sandwiches. Easy.
Yes, that's right. The good ol' toasted sandwich is the drawcard.
And on a cool wintery day, that's just what i want.. or maybe the soup, which is also good here.
Every time i order a tomato, cheese &, dare i say it, ham toastie, the guy working behind the counter gives me the dirtiest, greasiest looks.
Every single time. I have come to expect it now.
It's almost like he's judging me & telling me with his eyes that i should be filling my body with healthy organic food- not with some dirty pig that one day used to roll around in the mire before finally making it's way into my sandwich.














I went there today for lunch.
They advised me they were 'Out of ham.'
Instantly I'm suspicious of such a claim!
He offers me some chicken instead. "Yeah, sure thing."
After paying, i find a seat in the sunshine, put my earphones in & get lost in my own little world.
'My Mate' comes over & informs me 'Yeah, we don't have much chicken today.. so here's a refund.'
I am now 100% convinced he's trying to turn me into a vegetarian.
Don't get me wrong i could easily be that & i am definitely overdue for a date at Vegie Bar, but i just like being a carnivore too much to give it up totally.
Rant over :)
I think I'll go back there tomorrow..
xox
ps- When you read the title of this post, were you expecting some "Ooh la la'esque" story? Shame on you! You should know by now that i don't splash my love life across my blog!
Or do i & it's all written in code...

*UPDATE!
I DID go back the following day.. and 'My Mate' redeemed himself & was nice to me.
He complimented me on my 'Cool triangle necklace.'
What a champ! ...if only he knew there was a ranting blog post about him.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

JUST TEXT ME ALREADY! ARGH

You know when you don't hear from someone for ages & it drives you WILDLY insane~
Friend. Family member. Loved one. That cutie you gave your phone number to..
No text, no phone call, no email, no snail mail, no carrier pigeon messages.
And being the stubborn dutch girl that you are..
I mean.. being the stubborn girl that you are..
I mean.. being the girl that you are..
I mean.. being YOU.. whoever you might be..
You refuse to contact them first.
Out of spite? Yes. Ofcourse. What other reason even exists?
Ahh, so lame. So very lame!
It's such high school level stupidity.
But you know that if you leave it long enough you figure they'll have to contact you first.
Wont they?
It's almost like that game you play at school, 'Mercy,' where you hold your friends hands, turn your arms inside out & whoever hurts & yells out 'Mercy' first, is the loser? Even if you are hurting, you still refuse to yell out because you don't want to lose..
Why do we play this silly little mind trip game?


















Or should that be.. why do I play this silly little mind trip game?
I haven't the faintest idea!
As time goes by you start to think about other people, places, life, planning that trip overseas..
You may even totally forget about said person who hasn't contacted you.
Who??
Oh yeah, i used to know them. I wonder what they're up to these days..
And then casually minding your own business one evening while sitting on your friends couch, your phone buzzes.
'Oooh!! A text! I wonder who it's from!?'
Oh. It's you. Really? YOU. That's so damn random!
You sit there staring at your phone for what feels like millennium's.. REALLY?!
I just got THAT message?! From you?!
That's awesome!
So nice to hear from you, it's been a while.
I can't help but wonder why you are now suddenly wanting back in my life though, ahh the plot thickens.
The moral of this story? There is no moral of this story. It's just a story. And it's also a complete contradiction of last weeks post.
What?
You have to mix it up & keep it interesting!
xox

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

those unexpected phone calls..

..that make you realise people actually do care.
And after you hang up, you want to have a little cry about it because that phone call (or text message) came at *just* the right time.
And the person who made the phone call/text has absolutely no idea just how much you really needed it & appreciated it.
Whether you realised it at the time or not, you really did need that little gesture of love & friendship more than even you knew.
You know how sometimes when you hit a bit of a flat spot in your little life & all you feel like doing is crawling into a hole & hibernating hoping that it will all go away or fix itself..
But instead of dwelling in your own dark hatred for life & your insignificant problems, you push through it, suck it up & get on with life?
You might even feel like no one has even noticed your lack of 'sparkiness' as of late.
For some reason you think you can fool people into a false sense of believing that you are A-ok if you just keep smiling, even if you're drowning on the inside.
Comfort is found in the thought that you can just fly under the radar, put on a facade to protect yourself for as long as you need to~ admit it, you've done this before haven't you? :)
Fake it until you make it?
There are a thousand thoughts, feelings, emotions racing through your mind.
Love, life, work, family, friends.. the list could go on forever.
Where do you even start to pick yourself up from?
By this stage you're probably tricking yourself into believing that there's nothing wrong.
***
I was chatting to a friend just the other day about all of this.
(Confession: that conversation was my inspiration for today's post. You know who you are.)
They had noticed someone wasn't their usual effervescent self & they seemed a bit flat the last few times they'd seen them, so what did they do?
Picked up their phone, rang them up & asked if they were ok.
'Hey, you seemed a bit flat the last few times i saw you.. is everything ok?'
A good old fashioned phone call. Straight up.
It doesn't need to be anything major.
Not a long drawn out DnM for 3hours on a Monday night.
Just the phone call in itself can put your mind at ease knowing that someone out there actually noticed & took the initiative to check up on you.
It's the best. And by that, i mean BEST.

xox